Kendrick Lamar:Look inside these walls and you see I'm having withdrawalsOf a prisoner on his way trapped inside your desireTo fire bullets that stray, track attire just tell youI'm tired and ran away, I should ask a choirWhat do you require to sing a song that acquire me to have faithAs the record spin I should pray for the record I recognizeThat I'm easily prey, I got ate alive yesterdayI got animosity building, it's probably big as a buildingMe jumping off of the roof is me just playing it safeBut what am I supposed to do when the topic is red or blueAnd you understand that I ain't, but know I'm accustomed toJust a couple that look for trouble and live in the street with rankNo better picture to paint than me walking from bible studyAnd called his homies because he had said he noticed my faceFrom a function that tooken place, they was wondering if I bangStep on my neck and get blood on your Nike checksI don't mind cause one day you'll respect, the good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Kendrick Lamar:All I see is strobe lights, blinding me in my hindsightFinding me by myself, promise me you can helpIn all honesty I got time to be copacetic untilYou had finally made decision to hold me against my willIt was like a head on collision that folded me standing stillI can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the billEvery time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to killAll my innocence while ignoring my purpose to persevere as a better personI know you heard this and probably in fearBut what am I supposed to do with the blinking of red and blueFlash from the top of your roof and your dog has to say woofAnd you ask, "Lift up your shirt," 'cause you wonder if a tattooOf affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me throughGang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profileI heard them chatter, "He's probably young but I know that he's down"Step on his neck as hard as your bulletproof vestHe don't mind, he know we'll never respect, the good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Kendrick Lamar:All I see in this room, twenty's, Xannies and these 'shroomsGrown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane societyIt's entirely stressful upon my brainYou hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for changeWhen violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtainThe silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shroomsSome grown-up candy I lost it, I feel it's nothing to loseThe streets sure to release the worst side of my bestDon't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city